Date: Wed, 23 Jun 2021 17:56:49 +0000
From: Art <acgib1943@protonmail.com>
Subject: Loving Bryant C-2

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Loving Bryant C-2

	Leaving Mike's, I pedaled home feeling happy yet down. Happy
because of the sex I had done with Mike and John. That was the most
satisfying, intense sexual experience of my eighteen years. I felt down
because I wanted the same with Jerry.

	I thought of Jerry's black hair, his olive skin on his trim facial
bone structure. I loved his zest for adventure and his laugh. I enjoyed our
mornings getting his papers when the dew still hung in the air and his
laughter rang out. I loved when he helped me deliver my papers in the
evening as the warmth of the day melted into the cool of the evening. Then,
when the papers were delivered, we met our friends at the soda shop to hang
out and enjoy talking about the experiences of our young lives.

	I lay my bike on the grass and went inside my home.

	"Where have you been," my mother asked in a tone that told me she
was not mad at me?

	"Out with the guys. Just messing around."

	"Jerry was over. Wanted to play."

	"Okay. Thanks. I'll be in my room."

	I lay on my bed. My mind a jumble of mixed emotions and thoughts. I
thought of my route today. I thought of Mike and John. I thought of
Jerry. Jerry gave me two conflicting images. I liked what he and I had
done. I was super sad at how he had left me for Dave and the others. He
wouldn't even call me. Then he comes over to play? Would he play at what we
did yesterday?

	I decided to make him suffer. I would not call him. But I should. I
did not want Dave doing to Jerry what I had done to him and that I still
wanted to do to him. These thoughts made me sad. I looked at my stocking
feet. That reminded me of John and Mike's cute feet next to mine as we
enjoyed each other naked in the privacy of Mike's attic.

	Mike and John were not uptight about having a sexual
encounter. They really enjoyed what we had done. What's more, we kissed
each other and none of us freaked out. I knew we could do this again
anytime we could get together as long as Mike's parents were not home.

	I felt conflicted. Jerry was whom I loved and with whom I wanted to
do things. He rejected a complete sexual relationship with me. Mike and
John wanted to do all sorts of fun sex stuff. I did not love them. My brain
spun in a loop. I arose and headed downstairs. I made myself a sandwich. I
sat eating when my mom came in.

	"Don't you think you should call Jerry?"

	I knew she liked Jerry. She thought he was my best friend. I had
thought so too. Now I needed to get away.

	"I'm going for a bike ride. I'll call him later."

	I washed my plate and went outside climbing on my bike. If I turned
left at the end of the driveway, I would head for Jerry's area. If I went
right, I would head for the center of town. I turned right. I passed Mike's
house. My heart felt happy with the memories of what I had done with these
friends. That was a lot of fun.

	I skirted the stores and headed for the park. I lay my bike next to
the swings and sat on one. I watched my feet kick lazily at the dirt. My
brain was in a daze.

	"Where have you been?"

	I knew Jerry's voice. I looked up to see him on his bike, feet on
the ground, looking at me.

	"Just fooling around," I told him.

	"I came over to see if you wanted to come over to my house."

	Of course I did. My brain soared. "Sure. Let's go."

	I followed Jerry to his house using a short cut we both knew. We
lay our bikes next to the house and went in. I followed Jerry to the
basement. We played ping-pong then we sat on the old couch. He sat really
close. His hand rested on my thigh.

	"Nobody's home," he told me in a husky voice.

	I turned to look at him. His eyes looked eager. I waited. He had to
be first. He pushed me down and lay on top of me. He did not say
anything. We lay like this. I could feel him hard in his jeans.

	"Take off your shirt."

	I did. "You too."

	Our bare chests were against each other. His cheek lay next to
mine.

	I reached between us to unsnap my jeans. I unsnapped his also.

	"Pull yours down," I told him.

	He did.

	"Do mine."

	We were now laying against each other in only our boxers. Jerry
started to grind against me. I did the same to him. I was feeling extremely
ready.

	"Let's take off our underpants," I said.

	Jerry slowed his grinding. He tensed. "Not yet." He resumed
grinding.

	I needed to feel his bareness on me. "Come on. You know you want to
do it."

	Jerry looked at me and slowly took off his underpants.

	"Pull mine off."

	He did and that free, delicious feeling came over me. The
smoothness of our bodies and the hardness of our cocks as we rubbed against
each other sent shivers through me. I knew this time I would not kiss
him. We ground our cocks as we rode against each other. I felt so
aroused. I put my arms around him and pulled him to me. Oh how I loved
being this worked up. I heard Jerry moan. Within seconds he stiffened and I
felt a warm fluid spurt on my stomach. Finished, he raised off of me,
ignoring my need.

	"Get dressed," he directed as he began to dress. "I gotta go."

	We dressed and walked outside to where we left our bikes.

	"You gonna deliver papers with me?"

	"No. I'm going to Dave's. See ya."

	He rode off. I was alone. Jerry had used me to pleasure
himself. Was that all I was to him, someone to use and get himself off
against?

	 My own need still to be met, I rode from his house. I was
angry. Why did I have feelings for Jerry when he obviously did not feel the
same for me? I wanted to scream at his dishonesty or cry for my wasted
love.

	I was passing Bryant's house, a guy eighteen like me. I knew him
from school. He had always tried to be friends with me. I did not encourage
a relationship. He stood in his yard and waved at me. I stopped pedaling
putting my feet on the ground. Bryant stepped into the street. I knew he
was a bit of a nerd and did not date. He was cute. He had blondish hair and
freckles.

	"Hey Jordie."

	He straddled my front wheel putting his hands on my handle bars.

	"Whatcha doing?"

	"Nuthin. Going home."

	"Want to come see what I got in my garage?"

	"Sure." I followed Bryant to his garage. We entered using the side
door bringing my bike with me. I knew he did not want his mom seeing it. He
closed and locked the door. He guided me out of view of the windows.

	"Wanna watch me masturbate?" He was already undoing his jeans.

	"Sure." I had never seen him nude since we were just occasional
friends. But to watch any guy jack off I was always cool with the idea. Now
Bryant wanted to show me his technique.

	He dropped his jeans to his ankles. His cock was already hard.

	"You like to masturbate, Jordie? Bryant's tone was husky.

	"Yeah. What eighteen year old doesn't masturbate a few times a
day?".

	"You want to do it with me?

	I still felt turned on and horny after what Jerry and I had done. I
was undoing my jeans as Bryant shuffled close all the while rubbing his
cock. It was a beautiful pink six hard inches with a sleek head that was
already wet. I let my jeans and undies fall to my ankles giving Bryant his
first ever look at my hard throbbing cock. He stared and licked his lips,
his eyes wide. Like Bryant, I measured six inches and my veins were
pronounced. Bryant was now stroking his cock as he stared at mine. I stared
at his cock jutting out straining in his hand.

	Our naked butt cheeks rubbed against each other as we moved in time
to our stroking. I heard Bryant breathing heavily and moaning. He sounded
so turned on yet cute at the same time. He must have not cum in a while as
his hips were thrusting more than mine. He put his left arm around my waist
and pulled me tight against him grinding until I felt his body stiffen. His
fluid spurted as he came on the floor near my jeans. His white sperm
contrasted with the dark concrete. He shook himself as he moaned. Then he
asked me.

	"Can I do you?"

	"Go ahead."

	He moved so his front was against my back. He reached around and
put his hand on me and began to stroke. I felt his cock, still hard and wet
rubbing my butt crack. He and I began a rhythm with me pushing back against
his still hard cock riding in my crack with Bryant moving his hand on my
cock in time with our thrusting. I could feel his breath in my ear and hear
his grunts.

	I heard my voice calling softly, "Bryant, Bryant."

	As we moved, I felt as if we were one body.

	Bryant chanted, "Baby, baby. Oh Jordie. Please make cum. Shoot for
me in my hand. Let me make you come. Oh Jordie, Jordie.

	I made a long Ohhh sound. "I'm going to cum."

	Bryant pressed so tightly against me, it felt as if we were one
boy. My sperm let go in a massive tingle as I felt Bryant's cock throb. He
had a second release in my crack. At that moment, he kissed my neck, more
like he sucked it. He held me as we shuddered through our orgasms. We
finally weakened. His strong arms continued to clasp my chest. I turned to
press my front to him.

	"Oh Jordie. So good. I loved that." He breathed. "That was
awesome. I loved it. You are the first boy I ever did this with."

	We released each other then pulled up our jeans. I wanted to kiss
Bryant but remembering what happened with Jerry, I refrained. I rubbed my
butt as I felt his fluid running down my crack. Bryant smirked.

	"How about sleeping over tonight," Bryant asked?

	I'll check with my mom. Should be okay. Meet me at my corner where
I get my papers. If I can, you can help me deliver and we can go to your
house after.

	"Okay. You get your papers at seven?"

	"Yeah. I looked at Bryant, his face still flushed. That felt really
good, Bryant. Thanks."

	"Later gator."

	"After while crocodile."

	As I rode home, I thought about the boys who were not ashamed to
enjoy me and each other and masturbate or do even more. Jerry was okay
until he came but after, he wanted to get away. The other guys were okay
relaxing with each other afterwards. I could have fun with all three. Jerry
had been the one I wanted, like wanted forever. Only he was one and done. I
needed to let him go. He would never be a good lover.

	Mom was okay with me staying at Bryant's. I took a quick bath and
rinsed my undies. I had a sandwich, said good bye, grabbed my paper bag and
rode to my corner. My excited hope died when I did not see Bryant. I was
looking forward to sleeping at his house, with him. Maybe we would sleep in
the same bed. I knelt to start folding my papers as Bryant rode up. My
heart fluttered.

	"Hi. I'm ready for tonight. Sorry I am late."

	"I'm ready too," I beamed.

	We loaded my bag with folded papers and rode off. I'd give Bryant a
couple papers for customers on the other side of the street, pointing out
the houses he was to deliver. We made quick work of delivering and rode
back to his house whooping and riding no handed with our arms waving above
our heads. I was excited and I could hear from Bryant's whoops, he was too.

	As we neared his street I could make out Jerry and Dave sitting on
their bikes on my paper drop off corner. We stopped in front of them,
leaning on our handle bars.

	Jerry looked at us then said, "Hi Jordie. We were going to help you
deliver."

	"Bryant helped me. I'm staying at his house tonight."

	Jerry did not look happy. He looked at his front tire and kicked a
pebble.

	"I was going to ask you to stay with me tonight," he said. "Dave
has to go away."

	He never asked me to stay at his house. He was probably making that
up. At least now I knew I was his second choice. Whatever. Bryant asked me
to stay over and I would not hurt him by agreeing to switch and stay with
Jerry. I did not feel like ditching Bryant and going with Jerry. I knew
doing that would lose Bryant as a friend and maybe more. It hurt, but my
love for Jerry was fading.

	"I'm going to Bryant's. It's all arranged."

	"Can you help me do my route tomorrow morning?"

	"Probably not. We might stay up late tonight doing stuff. Getting
up early might be tough. Bryant wants to show me a few things."

	That last part might be true. I hoped Bryant got the message, and
Jerry got it too.

	We got to Bryant's just after eight. His mom told us that she left
spaghetti for dinner. There was pie in the refrigerator.

	"Clean up and put the left overs in the refrigerator," she told us
and added that we should try to be quiet.

	After she left, Bryant told me, "She gets up before five to leave
for work on time. Let's eat, clean up, then go to my room."

	We did and went into his room. He closed the door and locked
it. Turning to me he pulled me into a hug and kissed me. I moaned as he
kissed me deeper. I felt Bryant's tongue against mine for the first time in
my life,. Then he put a hand behind my head and pulled my mouth tightly
against his. I almost came on the spot. I moaned and sucked his tongue. He
pulled off my lips.

	"Get undressed. We can stay naked all night." With his lips
slightly parted, He looked happy that I was in his room. He started to
undress.

	I stopped him. "Let me." With shaking fingers I undid his jeans."

	I pulled his T-shirt over his head. "Lay on the bed." Bryant lay on
his back. I hooked my fingers in his jeans and his boxers and
pulled. Bryant lay exposed below me with his smooth shin and rigid
cock. His body so smooth and silky, his cock fully erect and throbbing
caused me to gasp. "You are so beautiful." I wanted to lick and suck on
that wonderful expanse of skin.

	I leaned over his naked body, my hands on the bed beside him. I
sucked Bryant's nipple. He moaned and I felt his body shiver.

	"My turn," he whispered. "Lay on your back."

	Bryant stripped me rubbing his hands along the curves of my
torso. I felt exposed yet I wanted more. I was fully naked on display for
my friend. Though I had lain naked for other boys to see, with Bryant I
felt almost shy as his eyes took in my body so naked and vulnerable. He was
devouring me with his eyes. I felt wetness drip onto my pubic hair. I gazed
at his nakedness needing to possess it.

	Bryant was flushed as he lay on me, pulling our bodies together. I
did not know how long I could keep from releasing. I needed him. I needed
us to love each other.

	Putting his lips close to my ear, he whispered, "I really like you,
Jordie, a lot. Can I kiss you some more? Please Jordie."

	His voice had a begging quality to it. I wanted his kisses and
more.

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